David's mouth was moving but Ace couldn't make out what he was saying. Whatever it was, Ace hoped that it wasn't important. He turned to the doctor and noticed that she was talking too. Ace opened his mouth to reply but no words came out; it was as if he had forgotten how to talk. Even if something audible was coming out, they didn't seem to understand. Ace gave up and closed his eyes. He needed to think.
The world's luckiest man, literally, blocks out the bad news he hears. Ace was in a grim situation, his leg had gone to hell and now he had to, presumably, make the decision to amputate or something similar. The sheltered world Ace had lived in was gone, taken away by whatever higher power there was. The shield that was his luck was gone, leaving Ace defenceless against the world. He felt naked without his luck, vulnerable and exposed. Bad things were already happening to him, enlightening Ace of reality. In his fantasy world he had no friends, but he was comfortable most of the time. In reality he had friends, or rather he could make friends, but he was uncomfortable most of the time. Ace disregarded all thoughts of comfort, accepting reality. At least, in the end, he would die surrounded by people that he loved. Ace liked that.
"Sorry, could you say that again? I sort of zoned out after you...you know," Ace said.